Chapter 1282 (2/2)
I'm sorry, grandma Huang. ” She said and shed tears. There was something real in her tears.
”If only Yan'er knew.” She took Yelv Yan into her arms and patted her on the back, but her eyes slowly overflowed with a cold feeling.
This time.
At the foot of Sanqing mountain, the bodyguard strictly guarded it and did not allow people to go up the mountain. A cart came slowly from a distance. There were radishes, cabbage, eggplant, pepper and other things on the cart. Two people pushed the cart. One of them seemed to have some inconvenient feet. When walking, he pouted and turned, and always lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look at the people around him
Yes, very afraid.
”What do you do? stop! Don't go! ” Several bodyguards immediately pulled out their swords and asked fiercely. The knife flashed cold. The lame man seemed to be startled and quickly shrank behind the old man nearby.
”Grandpa Guan.” The old man quickly bowed to the guards and said, ”Grandpa Guan, we, our father and son are farmers at the foot of the mountain. They send vegetables to Sanqing temple. Grandpa Guan, don't get me wrong. We are good people. We are good people.”
The old man was trembling, and his back neck looked more timid.
The bodyguard snorted coldly, ”who can say that he is a bad man these days?”
”Grandpa Guan, we really deliver vegetables up the mountain. Yesterday, the Taoist priest told us that there are distinguished guests today. The dishes should be the freshest and most Shuiling. Look how good they are.” The old man said with a smile.
The guard's eyes were sharp and turned over the dishes.
Suddenly, a bodyguard pointed to the lame foot behind him and said, ”who is this? He doesn't even dare to lift his face or look at us!”
”This, this is, this is my son... Because he was hurt, his face can't see anyone, so he always doesn't dare to look up.” The old man said quickly.
As soon as he said, the lame head was lower.
”Look up!” The bodyguard suddenly roared.
”Yes, yes!” The lame quickly raised his face in panic. He saw that his face was pockmarked, as if it had been worn on the ground. It was ugly, and his eyes were frightened and afraid.
”How ugly!” The bodyguard said.
”Ugly, I'm ugly.” The lame man quickly flattered him and said with a smile.
”Ha ha...” the guards laughed, ”real thread dog, Pug ha ha!”
”Ha ha ha......” the lame also laughed, but no one found that the cold and murderous spirit flashed in the corner of his eyes!
”But!” The bodyguard looked at them and said, ”even so, you can't go up the mountain. No one can go up the Empress Dowager of the people on the mountain today!”
”This!” The old man was embarrassed, ”but the Taoist priest ordered it. Or, Grandpa Guan, go up the mountain and ask the Taoist priest and little masters. I didn't lie. I really didn't lie. ”“ Grandpa Guan, we didn't lie, ”said the lame.